For those thinking I got too much blue in me (and you’re probably right), it’s basically scrambled eggs mixed with home fries, served on a Italian hoagie roll.

If you’ve ever been to the typical corner Italian sandwich shop in Manhattan, I think you’d know what I am talking about.

Closest I’ve come to LA is probably the Slut with a side of biscuits at Eggslut. But that Franken-creation is a different creature all unto itself. It’s more BMW i8 than Dodge Viper TA. And sometimes, one hankers for raw, old school horsepower.